I realized somethin' this past weekend. Either i've settled on tha maturity train and ridin' confortably or i'm gettin' old. The reason i've come to this conclusion is that the weekends are'nt what they used to be.
You remember on a Friday you could'nt wait to get out, and spend what little paycheck you had, on tha' sin and debauchery of your choice. (Mine was food and booze,not in that order) Now it seems that tha older you get, tha more "reserved" you become. Trust me that statement is'nt for all that are boarding the maturity train. Some of us still think we can drink wit' tha best of them, dance wit the best of them, and fellas as for tha young thang you're always tryin to catch, you are two words to her:FINANCIAL STABLITY. Ladies will always have better luck catchin' young talent. Trouble is, that talent is sometimes as old as tha NEW pair of shoes you've jus brought,and like those pair of shoes, gotta get broken in somehow.
Do we really have time to keep this ish up? Some of us need to come to grips with two things. 1. All of tha ish of tryin' to find that special someone in a club or lounge setting ain't happenin' 2. After a while, that whole scene of clubbing/lounging at any age,gets old. We all at one point have to except our tickets to the maturity train. Tha question is when.
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